The girl in them must have been Murphy, back when.

For just a moment Murphy let his eyes take in the room.

They had been a very good idea when Murphy was around.

Nothing you say or do is going to help Murphy.

He was the first real man she had met since Murphy.

Murphy looked around at his men, then up the road to the town.

The chief left, and Murphy sat down in the wagon.

He would stay with them for eight years, until Murphy's death.

Murphy was one of the game's first true big men.

The two soon became friends, and Murphy began to tell the story many times later.

Murphy came back a second time to meet the father.

During these last few days of Murphy's life they were saying very little at all.

Over time, the story of his death was passed to Murphy's friends.

Murphy also has a problem with work: he does too much.

And right in the middle of it all was Murphy.

It might help me to work things out with Murphy.

To all who knew him, Murphy was an understanding man.

It was 1965 before Murphy played in his second county final.

The weight and also the lost time bring death to Murphy.

"Did you ask Murphy if he'd help move her bed and the other things she wants?"

It would be interesting to hear what Murphy had to say.

Murphy wanted this information, and she needed to have it.

"Do you have any idea what Murphy was doing here?"

Murphy's goal came on a shot from the right point just inside the blue line.